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The Steelhead With A Thousand Faces
Maybe if I take five more steps, throw one more mend, skate one more fly, a hero will appear, armored in chrome, and dance to the music of my singing reel.
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The Birth of A Fishing Town
Calf deep now in the cold river, Trent’s completed his prelude of silky false casts and is ready to start the show in earnest.
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In The End, Style Might Be All We Have
Over the course of 6 trips, in and out, and nearly 40 miles, I question whether or not it’s worth it.
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Banded
Folding neatly the greenhead splashed soundly onto the water. The old lady made quick work of the retrieve.
It might have been more awkward had we been mormons, or baptists, crossing paths in the liquor store, but I doubt it. I’d timed my visit to avoid the regulars and the old hands. Conditions were near perfect at the town run. No way the seasoned vets wouldn’t have pawned their shifts off on, Read More
To me it was a smaller than average buck that I assumed was the first antelope shot by someone from the midwest, who would soon have it hang in in a basement rec-room. I might have been right, but Kim saw so much more.
I hadn’t missed it exactly, but hot damn is it good to be sight fishing again.
What? I was drinking. On a Tuesday. With Excel open. How do YOU procrastinate during tax season?
You’d damn near talked yourself into it too. You almost got yourself to believe that an unvarnished skunking, wasn’t so bad, that it wouldn’t rankle until your next time out, that it wasn’t like finding coal in your Christmas stocking.
Pristine mountain lakes, streams flowing through meadows full of wildflowers, places where you see no sign of human activity, only rising trout. These are the places we dream about, and if we are lucky, get to go. But lately the underbelly of less heralded waters has garnered my attention. At first I thought it was just one of my, Read More
The thing is, we’re really not that complicated. Each of us, you see, has these buttons. Push them and things happen. The trouble didn’t turn up until we handed the buttons over to the robots.
The forecast called for high winds, but we thought they would be moderate. The high for the day was supposed to be unseasonably warm. If the Wind didn’t live up to expectations we would be in for a great day on the water. So we loaded up all the kids, hitched up the boat, and headed, Read More
It’s true what they say. The gap between more and enough never closes.
Her ancestors, training, years of experience all lead to this moment. Muscles ripple down her sides as she hones in on the target…